Sunday, January 24, 2010

My heart is not my own

Its confirmed, again. My heart is not my own. Last night one of my sons experienced, defeat and disappointment. It happened when "the man" and I were on our way out for dinner, we had no agenda, kind of free, a nice easy night... then I got the call. Return of the heavy heart, the ache. Plans shift. We meet. It is a privilege to be present to his sorrow. This tender, beautiful young man. I said he was "golden like the sun" when he was a little boy...he still is.